So enraptured was Advachiel by the thrill of battle that he would gladly sacrifice his position amongst the divine host to thoroughly relish it. Perhaps that was why the gods had cast him from the Heavens, as it would grant his greatest desire. Without a moment's delay, he then submerged himself in a bloody, protracted conflict. To see tears of joy fall from his eyes as he recklessly swung his blade, one would presume him as a demon. Indeed, it was only on the field of death that he lived.